SIMILAR PEOPLE
on 377 reviews
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LaurenOffline
Man. 27 years old. Zodiac sign: Scorpio.
Looking for: man. In age: 24-34
Maybe it's because it's late at night, or early in the morning, I don't know which one. Maybe it's because I wish I had someone else's sweatshirt to wear. Maybe it's because there are so many songs in the world and I am sad because I will never be able to hear them all. Maybe it's because everything is covered in snow and for some reason, snow makes things quiet. Maybe it's because I want to cry because I will never be able to fix everything that so desperately needs repair. Maybe it's because I, myself, am so far beyond repair. Maybe it's because I'm always feeling trapped, but whatever it is that's making me want to live has settled inside of me and it won't calm down till my hands are in the air and I'm running, running nowhere and everywhere as fast as I can. I just want to run, to live. Maybe it's the greying hope for the future. Maybe it's the desire to get away. Or maybe it's because I'm destined for something or someone more than this.To tell you the truth, I don't have much to offer. But I'll still give you everything I've got, even if it's barely anything at all. I'll give you late thoughts, long hugs, someone to talk to, someone to care for, someone who will always be there, a hand to hold, somebody lean on. . It it's meant to be, everything that should will fall into place.
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ElpaletOffline
Man. 28 years old. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius.
Looking for: man. In age: 25-35
I would rather you ask whatever it is you want to know. *** being so impersonal and just reading it here. Conversation is the only way to get to know me. Surprise me
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AllerickOffline
Man. 27 years old. Zodiac sign: Gemini.
Looking for: man. In age: 24-34
Who I am is a difficult thing to explain, I love too many things to express here in whole, let alone in minor summation. I love writing, that is my goal career. If you really want to know more about me ask.Taste, hated taste, hated because it's mine and no other's. Hated because I'm different, I'm brighter, hotter, colder, dreamt into a reality that hates all that isn't their's. I tell you I'm searching, truthfully, hopefully, wistfully, fearfully. The wary mode of model mediocrity weighing in my head. Is it love, can it be, or really am I the figment infatuated imagining of no one in particular? I quess my ideal first date would be going out, having a drink, playing some pool, and just chatting. Of course I wouldn't mind doing something else, always open to new experiences.